September 11, 2001

Today I felt compelled to say a little something about that day. I think perhaps the day still stands in my mind as unbelievable as the first pictures of Pearl Harbor to our grandparents. I remember watching the towers fall and everyone saying-- there's no way that tower just fell. Surely it is just hidden behind the smoke. We kept watching and watching. Even as phones rang and crews were put on alert we watched. Hoping and praying that it wasn't true and that the smoke would clear and it wouldn't be as bad as it looked. But as the smoke cleared and the images were replayed we realized it was as bad as it looked. Then we began to ask -- how? Not why but how. We couldn't grasp the magnitude of the event. We walked around in shock days, even as bags were packed and loved ones kissed goodbye and planes took off. Then, we were angry. How dare they. We were so angry people fought to be on the last crew leaving, and begged to go as staff, support, etc. . . Everyone wanted a piece of the fight. Everyone wanted to pay "them" back three fold what had been done to all those people at the Towers. Today, I still cry when I watch the footage or take the time to stop and think about what happened. Today, I am still angry, but it is not only at those who perpetrated this awful act against so many. Today, I am angry at all the godless people who have led our children to believe there is no God and therefore nothing to believe in except oneself. What an awful lonely world with only oneself. Therefore if there is nothing to believe in there is also nothing worth fighting for and consequently nothing worth dying for. How sad. Those people who died deserve more from us as a nation than remembrance.